The Heart System

Chapter 552: Chapter 552

I didn’t need to be told twice. I leaned my head over Kim’s shoulder, my face inches from Eleanor’s. She tilted her head, her eyes dark and inviting, but just as our lips were about to brush, I pulled back an inch, a sudden thought hitting me.

“Wait, hold on,” I muttered, my breath hitching as I maintained the steady, punishing rhythm inside Kim. “I almost forgot. I don’t really want to taste myself on you, Eleanor.”

Eleanor blinked, her predatory smolder flickering into a look of pure confusion. “What?” she asked, a stray laugh escaping her. “Seriously? Evan, most guys wouldn’t care—or they’d actually be into that.”

“Yeah, well, I’m a stickler for the details,” I grunted, my hips snapping forward as Kim let out a ragged moan. “Call me old-fashioned, but let’s keep the flavors separate.”

From the couch, Tessa let out a theatrical, exhausted exhale and pushed herself up. “Oh, for the love of… you and your standards,” she teased, though her eyes were sparkling with mischief. “Fine. Come on, Eleanor. I’ll get you a cup in the kitchen so you can use some mouthwash. We can’t have the gentleman’s palate being offended.”

Eleanor threw her head back and laughed, a rich, genuine sound that cut through the heavy tension of the room. “Wow. This guy. I swear, he’s a piece of work,” she chuckled, shaking her head as she followed Tessa toward the hallway. “Fine, give me thirty seconds!”

While they disappeared, I didn’t let the momentum die. I adjusted my grip on Kim’s hips, my knuckles white, and increased the pace. Kim’s head fell back, her hair brushing against my arms as she groaned, her body vibrating with every deep, heavy thrust. “Evan… god, just… don’t stop,” she whimpered, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

A few moments later, the scent of cool peppermint drifted back into the living room before Eleanor even appeared. She stepped back into the fray, her breath fresh and a triumphant smirk on her face.

“Better?” she challenged, stepping in close and once again hugging Kim from behind. She pressed her front against Kim’s back, bridging the gap between all three of us.

“Much,” I rasped.

I leaned over Kim’s shoulder again, and this time, there was no hesitation. I met Eleanor’s lips in a deep, hungry kiss, the taste of mint clashing with the heat of the room. It was an overwhelming sensory experience—the cool sting of her breath, the feeling of her chest against Kim’s back, and the constant, relentless friction as I buried myself in Kim.

Eleanor reached down between us, her hands wandering over the sweat-slicked curve of Kim’s ass. She didn’t waste any time, delivering a sharp, stinging slap that made Kim cry out, the sound muffled against my shoulder.

“She’s so ready for you,” Eleanor whispered against my lips, her fingers now rubbing the reddened skin she’d just marked. “Look at her. She’s vibrating.”

“I can feel it,” I rasped, my breath coming in jagged hitches. “She’s clamping down on me so hard I can barely move.”

“Then break her rhythm,” Eleanor urged, her hand sliding between them to find Kim’s clit, adding a frantic, buzzing friction to my heavy pace. “Make her forget where she is.”

Kim’s head fell back, her eyes rolling as the double assault took its toll. The room was thick with the scent of sweat and raw heat. I was the anchor for both of them, my hips snapping forward with a mechanical force. I could feel the tension in Kim’s legs as they locked tighter around my waist, her heels digging into the small of my back as she tried to pull me even closer.

I shifted my grip, my knuckles white as I hoisted her slightly higher to change the angle. I began to move again, a fast, shallow vibration that sent Kim into a frenzy. Eleanor was right there, whispering into Kim’s ear, telling her how loud she was being, how much she was shaking for everyone to see.

“You love this, don’t you?” Eleanor murmured, her teeth grazing Kim’s earlobe. “Having us both handle you like this.”

“Yes… yes! I can’t… Evan!”

The friction was building to a fever pitch. I could feel the heat radiating off Kim’s skin, her internal muscles beginning to quiver with the onset of an uncontrollable climax. My own blood was thundering in my ears, the pressure in my gut reaching a point of no return, but I ground my teeth and kept the pace steady. I wanted to feel her shatter first.

“Now, Evan!” Eleanor commanded, her fingers working Kim with a blurring speed. “Finish her!”

I let out a guttural sound, delivering a series of powerful, bottoming-out thrusts. Kim let out a long, high-pitched scream that tore through the room. Her body went rigid, her spine arching as she exploded. Pulse after pulse of her release washed over me, her internal walls clenching in a violent, rhythmic dance that nearly pulled my own climax out of me.

Kim went limp against my chest, her breathing coming in ragged, sobbing breaths. She was completely spent, her head resting heavily on my shoulder, her body still humming with the aftershocks.

I slowed down, eventually coming to a halt, though I stayed buried deep inside her. I was still rock hard, throbbing with the need for my own release, but I held it. The ache was intense, a heavy weight in my balls that demanded a finish, but I just watched her recover.

Eleanor pulled back slightly, her face flushed and her lips swollen. She looked down at Kim, then up at me, a triumphant smirk on her face. She reached out and ran a hand through my hair, her eyes dark.

“Nice control,” she whispered. “I thought you were going to go right then.”

I let out a shaky breath, my heart hammering. “Don’t get used to it. I’m about five seconds away from losing it.”

Tessa stood up from the couch, her robe falling open. “Then let’s get Kim to the sofa. I think it’s time we shared the load.”